Friday, February 29, 2008

i lost my muse,
it faded into shadow and was gone.
alone, it wandered,
'til you came along.
scooping it up,
and planting it, took root.

**

bad fiction..

He never said "I love you," in the way that it was meant. He walked around it in a dream of things that were best put off,like the things in a jar he never did. He moved the cans of paint, he toiled at his bench. He ignored the last days of summer and growled when she placed a sweater there.

She got used to the things best left unsaid, she waited and then she stopped. She moved on if only in her mind, and cried herself to sleep. She didn't understand that "you're fat!" means I love you, or that grunts were best to be ignored. She stopped caring if he was cold. He stopped wondering where she was. She stopped waiting by the door.

One day they had moved away, and seemed better for it than they were. She forgot why he loved her. He forgot why she stayed. Being used to things and not really trying. The soul wilts on the vine.

One day I asked her why it ended, and all she had to say was that it was dying before death.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

I scanned the gang of cyclists for familiar faces as they zoomed by on their bikes.

"Come ride with us!" said someone.. as I snapped this photo, the cyclists rode by me on my way back from catching live music on a late Friday night. Another rider chanted "one of us! one of us!" as I gave them the "thumbs up." I was really wishing that I didn't need to go back, and could join up with them on whatever was left of their midnight ride. I'm sure it was fun, whatever road they traveled.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

This last week has been terribly busy & bumpy in a mostly good way, but one barely takes a breath before realizing the week is out and you wonder where the days went.

I could do a Chinese Lunar New Year post.. I was there, and the festivities were great and food amazing, and Valentine's Day was full of art, and hearts.. some of them broken, and some on the mend. Lots of walking, lots of talking, bands, buses, and more food.

Then there was last night which included more art, some notes, and a special viewing of a special photo essay projection, and many familiar faces and places. Despite the turn in the weather, (it's been getting a little chilly and breezy the last couple days) and a long cold walk home, it's good.

I'd post photos but so many have done so already. =) Just know there are people out there doing some great and amazing things. It's a better & lovelier world because of them, (and no, I'm not talking about me).

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

this is one of my favorite pix of me and my brothers (Bob on the left & Craig on the right). What a chubby little rugrat. I didn't know I was allergic to chocolate yet, I don't think... Look how happy we are. =)

You'd never know I'd grow up to be so freaking emo =P

If you have diabetes, take care of yourself.. and if you don't, take care of yourself. Someone is thinking of you even if you don't know it.

"Are you having fun?" ..Someone asked me that last night on the SkidRow Watch Walk, and I was rather confused. It was in reference to something else, but it stuck with me. I did take many photos of signs and mural work and graffiti art, however very little came out in the darkness. I was lucky to accompany fellow citizens & LAPD on the watch walk, but there are so many folks that have to sleep there in the cold tonight.

Even if you are 'lucky' to have some kind of shelter, the cold air can still get to you. Certainly not fun, and not safe. Those of us who walk and then go home to relative comfort are fortunate. It's something I think about often. As sterile as some of these lofts can be, it's still a roof over my head.

Thanks especially to the LAPD, as well thanks to the kind gentlemen blogger friends that accompanied me in & out of there. I would have been lost getting around otherwise.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

First, let me just say that although I thought I was registered to vote when I updated my CADL information, they must not have sent my voter registration information like I requested. That said, I wouldn't know who to vote for anyway, I'm used to not voting in the primaries..

beer on tap..

Let me just say that as the morning after, I didn't get much sleep and I'm wishing I probably hadn't bothered going. While it was nice to see some of the folks and meet a few new people, the bar scene isn't my thing. Too many people, too noisy and too dark. I wish I had just gone back to South Park and heard about all the 'fun' later. Next time I'll skip the whole thing. Very bothersome,(not to mention I later found out that when you move to a new county, you have to manually register with your new county of residence). I also would have been able to view & hear the primaries from the quiet of my living room. Yes, I know very unsocial. Yet somehow it seems like it would have been a more peaceful evening.

Friday, February 01, 2008

Went downtown to check out Ed Fuentes "Main Street Recovery" mural up at the Regent and had breakfast at Banquette. Fritata with cheese, arugala, onions, peppers and sausage. OMG good! and filling too, I couldn't finish it. That and a cafe au lait was a perfectly filling meal to keep me going the rest of the mid-day and afternoon.